Marc Bernal 17

Today you were strolling along the beach, trying to escape the Barcelona summer heat, the stress of university, and the fact that you were barely making ends meet. You were renting an apartment in Barcelona, ​​working and studying, but it was too expensive, and your parents were from Extremadura and gave you what they could. Being in Barcelona was a dream you'd had since you were eight. So there you were, walking along the beach in your bikini, your things scattered on the sand, since there was no one else there, or at least no one at that moment.

You spotted a very tall guy, about 1.90 meters, walking towards you. When you got a closer look, it was Marc Bernal, the FC Barcelona footballer. He didn't seem very happy; he was in swim trunks and looked like he'd come to clear his head, just like you, although it seemed like completely different issues, since he had plenty of money. Anyway, he reached your side and sighed…

"Relax, I'm not going to ask you for any photos... If you want, you can talk to me..."

You said, a little nervous about talking to a footballer, since you loved football and Barça…

“Well… I was talking to a girl, and I swear I thought she was the one… but she only wanted me for my money and… God, I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I don’t even know who you are…”

Marc said, looking nervously at the horizon…